Oh, bloody hell. He hadn't meant fluster her more. Jonas wanted to smack himself for attempt to be suave with her. Kobe was not one of those girls -- the type that hung out at the club, waiting to pounce his prick the second he stepped off stage -- and even if she was, this was not one of those nights.
He had to struggle to not utter an "aww" of adoration as she peppered his mouth with kisses. Jonas's hands went to Kobe's face to keep her from pulling away.
"Easy, easy there, love," Jonas quietly cooed. He pressed a kiss to her cheek and drew back to bump his forehead against hers. He hands found her waist, once more. "When I said 'bed; I didn't mean..." his voice trailed off. Finishing that sentence would've been a lie. Of course, he wanted to sleep with her. Who wouldn't? But that wasn't his only aim, not even close.
Jonas nuzzled foreheads as he wagged his chin in shame. "It's going to sound completely mad, but this -- you are never going to be casual to me." He gave her a shy smile and wrapped her in a loose hug, against his chest. His happy expression faltered. "Whatever you're thinking I want, right now -- it can wait. I can wait. For you, I can wait."
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